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[mood]  dorky[music] radiohead // street spirit (fade out) The caves echo silence, still in the nearly grey morning but for the collective sigh of sleep that swirls gently around Ulmo. He smiles -- gently, sadly -- for these people. These Children who stretch out before him like small waves in the midst of the Belegear. Who are not even aware of their tresspasses that caused... this. With his hands (and oh, the skin) traversing the veinwork of polished stone, he tacks a parchment: Children of Ilúvatar:( YOU'RE FUCKED, <3 THE VALAR ) | |||
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